So that is where they were to this day, stuck in a moot point where John would be lucky to get any sign of affection from the man. There was this silent agreement …show more content…
It was obvious that this client had some sort of effect on John and he looked up to meet John’s gaze.
“My Mother was the same way when she found out,” he said awkwardly, going back to his chair and rolled up his sleeves. Sherlock stood still and broke the eye contact, returning to his violin.
“The only thing I had going was that I also liked women,” he continued, picking up the daily paper, “How’d your mother react, she seems very loving and kind.”
“She’s clueless, if you asked her she’d be more surprised that I had feelings for anyone,” Sherlock answered and resumed playing.
“Like that woman?” John deadpanned which caused Sherlock’s hands to stop dead in their tracks. “She’s dead, I don’t know what you’re-”
“Or me.” John finished, his expression hidden by the newspaper. Sherlock chose to simply continue playing and ignore John’s words all together. It was when his phone’s message notification went off that he felt he was off the hook.
“We aren’t done with this conversation Sherlock,” John added as the consulting detective checked his